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maxcelcatLast night I was the toastmaster for the new Docklands Toastmasters club, which has had all of four meetings so far.
They meet in a really bizarre building in a really bizarre part of the world. I was waiting outside for the guy with the key to arrive, admiring the buildings. It don't look like Melbourne at all down there... Ugly apartment buildings, and an ugly little building called the "Hub", which someone described accurately as looking like a sales office at Caroline Springs.
Hop on a tram down there one day, it's really surreal!
Anyway, the meeting went great, I'm ever so good at standing up and speaking.
Afterwards, I was talking to the organizer, Darren, about one of the guests at the meeting. A chap whose name now escapes me (stupid brain). Anyway, turns out this guy is a refugee from Somalia, and used to be a lieutenant in the Somalia army! That guy must have some stories to tell. He speaks Italian, English, French and whatever language they speak in Somalia (Looks it up on Wikiepedia. What do you know, it's called Somali). The guy has a post graduate qualifications in Database administration etc. from Deakin... And Darren met him as part of a mentoring program for the long term unemployed. Seemed a little unfair - the guy is better educated than me...
I don't really have the time to join the docklands toasties club properly, especially since![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evildoom_bunny would kill me for having even even less spare time :-)
They meet in a really bizarre building in a really bizarre part of the world. I was waiting outside for the guy with the key to arrive, admiring the buildings. It don't look like Melbourne at all down there... Ugly apartment buildings, and an ugly little building called the "Hub", which someone described accurately as looking like a sales office at Caroline Springs.
Hop on a tram down there one day, it's really surreal!
Anyway, the meeting went great, I'm ever so good at standing up and speaking.
Afterwards, I was talking to the organizer, Darren, about one of the guests at the meeting. A chap whose name now escapes me (stupid brain). Anyway, turns out this guy is a refugee from Somalia, and used to be a lieutenant in the Somalia army! That guy must have some stories to tell. He speaks Italian, English, French and whatever language they speak in Somalia (Looks it up on Wikiepedia. What do you know, it's called Somali). The guy has a post graduate qualifications in Database administration etc. from Deakin... And Darren met him as part of a mentoring program for the long term unemployed. Seemed a little unfair - the guy is better educated than me...
I don't really have the time to join the docklands toasties club properly, especially since
evildoom_bunny would kill me for having even even less spare time :-)